Suddenly, the speakers roared to life—a heavy, distorted bass that rattled the windows. Skeng stood up, his movements fluid and focused. Tommy stepped into the light, his eyes gleaming with a sharp, creative fire.
Skeng nodded, adjusting a dial on the board. "Let them talk. The street is the judge, and the rhythm is the jury. Pt. 2 is about the takeover." Skeng x Tommy Lee - Protocol Pt. 2 Lyrics | Strictly Lyrics
The "Protocol" was in effect. It wasn’t a written set of rules; it was a frequency they both tuned into. Suddenly, the speakers roared to life—a heavy, distorted
The air in the Kingston studio was thick with creative tension and the hum of high-end electronics. Skeng sat at the mixing console, his fingers tracing the faders as his eyes remained fixed on the glowing monitor. Across from him, Tommy Lee Sparta leaned against a stack of speakers, his face half-hidden in the shadows, humming a melody that sounded more like a ritual than a song. Skeng nodded, adjusting a dial on the board